Shadow Of The Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

Camden Price's true love, Lynn Gardner, died on my surgery table. Unexpectedly, the malicious Camden chose to protect me from backlash and even proposed to me. He treated me extraordinarily well after we got married. Camden would take me to taste the hottest chili. We would sign up for the most death-defying activities like bungee jumping. When it was late at night, he would take me to the rowdiest and most dangerous bars to drink our hearts away. All this led to me contracting stomach cancer. During my late-stage cancer, I found the diary he left at home. Everything he did with me was what Lynn wanted to do with him. On the last page of his diary, he wrote hatefully, "She deserves to die." I did die. I died after Lynn was found alive. She had faked her death. I died on the day Lynn was marrying another man. You should be happy now, Camden.

Three days before our wedding, my fiancé, Raphael Russo, was killed in a gang shootout. They didn't even find a body. As I was drowning in grief, comments suddenly flashed before my eyes: 【Wake up, girl! the coffin's empty! He faked his death! The scumbag ran off to be with that scheming bitch chloe, the one pretending to be sick!】 【While you're crying your eyes out at the funeral, Raphael is fucking Chloe’s brains out in a hotel bed.】 【When he comes back, he'll claim he has amnesia. You won't know a thing and you'll forgive him. You poor thing…】 A month later, news of my marriage to Mafia Don Marcello Falcone spread through New York. Raphael’s right-hand man cornered me, furious. “How could you betray the Boss?” I tightened my grip on Marcello’s arm and smiled. “A girl can’t mourn forever, can she? I’m sure Raphael, in spirit, would be happy for me.”

I was on my way to pick up my son from school when I got a call from his teacher. “Mrs. Corleone, you don’t need to come. Your husband — the one who’s been missing for five years — just picked up your son from school.” My chest tightened with unease, and I quickly corrected her. “Teacher, you must be mistaken. My boy's dad in Sicily on business. Where is this ‘other husband’ coming from?” After a short pause on the phone, the teacher spoke again. “Mr. Corleone said you don’t have to lie. He said he won’t kick you out of the Corleone family, since you gave him a son after you ran away from the wedding.” “You only have to give your position as his wife to the woman who saved his life.” I rolled my eyes. Deliberately raising my voice, I sent a voice message to his uncle. “Darling, come home immediately! Your nephew is back and trying to take our son!” Then I heard a crash on the other end.

ลอนดอน ค.ศ. ๑๘๘๘ มหานครที่รุ่งโรจน์ด้วยแสงตะเกียงแก๊ส แต่กลับเน่าเฟะด้วยคราบเลือดในย่านไวท์แชปเพิล เมื่อฆาตกรต่อเนื่องฉายาแจ็ค เดอะ ริปเปอร์ เริ่มออกล่าท้าทายกฎหมาย ทิ้งไว้เพียงศพที่ถูกเฉือนอย่างวิจิตรและความหวาดกลัวที่กัดกินหัวใจผู้คน เอวาลิน นักข่าวสาวผู้ยึดมั่นในความยุติธรรมรู้ดีว่าในฐานะผู้หญิง เธอไม่มีสิทธิ์ส่งเสียงในโลกที่ชายเป็นใหญ่ เธอจึงต้องละทิ้งกระโปรงลูกไม้ แล้วสวมรอยเป็นเด็กหนุ่ม เพื่อแทรกตัวเข้าไปในตรอกมืดที่ตำรวจไม่เคยย่างกราย และบันทึกสิ่งที่โลกไม่เคยได้รับรู้ แต่แผนการของเธอกลับสะดุดลง เมื่อเธอต้องเผชิญหน้ากับอีธานนาย ตำรวจหนุ่มผู้เฉียบคมจากสกอตแลนด์ยาร์ด ผู้มาพร้อมกับเสียงฝีเท้าที่หนักแน่นและดวงตาสีเทาที่คอยจ้องจับผิดทุกการเคลื่อนไหวของเธอ จากการไล่ล่าในฐานะผู้ต้องสงสัยกลับกลายเป็นการเดิมพันด้วยชีวิต เมื่อทั้งคู่ต่างถลำลึกเข้าสู่เกมของฆาตกรที่เฝ้ามองพวกเขาอยู่ในเงามืด หนึ่งคนออกล่าเพื่อปิดคดี หนึ่งคนเอาชีวิตเข้าแลกเพื่อเปิดโปง ท่าม กลางหมอกหนาที่พันธนาการความจริงและหัวใจ เอวาลินจะรักษาตัวตนของเธอไว้ได้นานแค่ไหน? เมื่อศัตรูที่ร้ายกาจที่สุดอาจไม่ใช่ฆาตกรที่ถือมีด แต่อาจเป็นความเชื่อใจที่เธอมีให้แก่นายตำรวจผู้ครองถือกุญแจไขความลับของเธอไว้ในมือ

There's an unspoken rule in my household—everyone has to engage in a drinking competition during the holidays. Whoever gets wasted first will have to pay off one year's worth of house and car mortgages for the other two siblings. In the first year, I collapsed after my first glass of alcohol. I had to pay the house mortgage for my oldest sister, Dahlia Zeller. In the second year, as soon as I picked up my glass, I fainted right away. Since then, I had to pay off Jasmine Zeller, my second sister's car loan. For the next 20 years, I've always been the loser. In the end, my wife, Jean McCarthy, is forced to jump off a building because of the huge debt I've racked up. The debtors keep dumping paint onto my residence, forcing me to deter away from it. Ransacked by guilt, I end up damaging my stomach from overdrinking when I attempt to train my alcohol tolerance. As a result, half of my liver has gotten removed. When I'm on the verge of death, I hear my parents snickering outside my ward. "Don't you think we've laced too many sleeping pills in his drink? He almost didn't wake up back then!" "It's fine. He's an idiot who merely thinks he has a low alcohol tolerance. Our family still relies on him for financial survival, you see. We can keep drugging him so that he'll keep getting wasted." When I open my eyes again, I've already gotten reborn in the timeframe when I'm sitting at the dining table in the 20th year.

After three years of pretending to be dead on livestreams, I finally earned enough money to treat my daughter. I was about to go home and tell my wife and daughter when I overheard a call between the platform administrator and my wife. The administrator said humbly, “Chairman Morgan, Mr. Wells’s livestreams have generated tens of millions in revenue over these years. “The company withheld ninety-five percent of it. Should we keep withholding more?” Stacy fell silent for a moment before answering, “No need. Three years of testing him is enough. He barely moves year-round. He even developed muscle atrophy and didn’t tell me.” John’s voice came through the phone next. He said, “Stacy, Sam can even pretend to be dead, so what if this is an act too? “Besides, Emma’s already used to Sam being gone, so she probably won’t accept having a dad again anytime soon.” After some hesitation, my wife said indifferently, “If that’s the case, then withhold it for another six months.” I smiled and tossed the diagnosis report confirming amyotrophic lateral sclerosis into the trash. There was no need for them to test me anymore. I no longer needed to pretend.

“I, Julian Voss reject you, Ayla Reed as my mate, there shall be no bond between us from now henceforth. Your throne is mine.” Betrayed. Broken. Alone. After her mother’s murder and her father’s mysterious poisoning, Ayla is left to rule the shadow blade pack. But at twenty—Ayla is wolfless. The council Elder gives her a condition: ‘Find your mate. Or forfeit your birthright’. She thinks the goddess has finally blessed her when she finds her mate. She was wrong. The pack betrays her, Julian is crowned Alpha, publicly rejects Ayla and names her closest friend, Elena his Luna. The council frames Ayla for her parents murder, she is stripped of her title and reduced to an omega slave in the pack. Frustrated and angry, she injures the newly crowned Alpha, she is hunted down and Cast over a cliff. Crawling her way back from the brink, she is saved by a healer in the human world, she finds a hiding place where no one would think to look for a former Alpha heir: working as a lowly maid in the Vane mansion. Lucian Vane, the trillionaire CEO of Apex vanguard Holdings, is feared by the elite and whispered to be the Devil himself. In reality, he is a lethal lycan-demon hybrid without a pack and has lived for over a thousand years. When Ayla steps into his domain, something feral and possessive awakens within him. Intrigued by her resilience, he resolves to claim her demanding absolute submission to break her completely. Instead, his dark, intoxicating touch does the exact opposite. Instead of breaking her, it triggers a terrifying dormant power hidden within her bloodline. She isn’t wolfless. She is an ancient Tribrid- and she is going to watch the world that once betrayed her burn.

My sister-in-law sent me a photo of her kissing my husband on the beach. Just a few minutes later, she deleted the photo and sent me a text saying, “Oops, sent to the wrong person. Lol.” I knew it was deliberate. It was never a mistake. She wanted me to see how happy my husband was with her. Clara was never my sister-in-law. Three years ago, my husband had lied about her, claiming she was his younger sister, and I believed him. But after five years of marriage, I discovered—far too late—that Clara was never his sister. She was his mistress, his childhood lover, the woman he had been sleeping with under the same roof as me while making me serve her as if she were truly my sister-in-law. And now what? He had lied again… said he was going on a business trip. Yet Clara had just sent me a picture—a cute, sickening picture—of my husband happily kissing the very woman he had once claimed was his younger sister. The photo carried a timestamp showing the exact time and location. It was real. There was no denying it. They were in Hawaii, on a beach, laughing, kissing, and having the time of their lives… while he had made me believe he was away on business. Without saying a word, I saved the picture and posted it straight to Instagram, captioning it: "Congratulations to my sister-in-law… on finally becoming the official wife.” Then I turned off my phone and went to bed. The next morning, after having breakfast with my cat, Lulu, and taking the warmest bath ever, I turned my phone back on—and froze. Over 200 missed calls were waiting for me. Notifications exploded across my phone. And it didn’t stop there—the number of unattended messages kept climbing past 250.

A shadow that never leaves its owner's side, Dawn Clinton has been living with her family as the shadow of their daughter who has been missing for ten years. Six years ago, she was married to the richest man in the city as a replacement for her sister. Although her husband didn't accept her fully, she thought she had a good marriage and a good life. Within six years, they had a three year old boy and she was pregnant for the second time. The day she found out, she was pregnant for second time, she found out her first son was missing. She was in panic and try to reach out to her husband, but she failed. He was unreachable. When she was busy searching for her son, her husband returned home with her sister who has been lying about her missing for ten years. To take the Matter to the worst, her adoptive sister blamed her for her son's death and accused her of killing her son. Dawn realized soon after that her sister and the Nanny killed her son and flamed her. And unsurprisingly, her husband trusted her sister instead of her, accusing her of adultery and killing her son. To add things worse, her sister pushed her to have a miscarriage, leading her to death and a second chance to fix everything. Will she take revenge or escape from her husband who watched her dying to avoid her son's death?

"I don't do commitments, Sophie. Especially not with my best friend's sister." Isang gabi. Isang pagkakamali. What was meant to be a masked one-night escape turns into a lifetime secret when Sophie discovers her mystery lover is Jace Velez—the ruthless billionaire CEO and her brother’s best friend. She runs, carrying the child of a man who doesn’t believe in love. Five years later, Sophie is a struggling single mom to Xavi, surviving with the help of a mysterious benefactor known only as “LJV.” From lavish gifts to prepaid school fees, LJV has been their silent guardian. She never expected to cross paths with Jace again—until she’s forced to work at Velez Corp. Jace is still cold, commanding, and dangerously magnetic. He acts like he doesn’t remember her, but his eyes say otherwise. Every glance burns with possessiveness. Every order feels personal. And every message from LJV grows more invasive—knowing things no stranger should. As Sophie falls deeper into the web of secrets, she faces a terrifying truth: Jace isn’t just the Ice King. He might be LJV. But someone else claims that title too—someone watching her and Xavi from the shadows. Ngunit ang dalaga ay tila nahuhulog na sa “ninong” na nagsilbing ama ni Xavi sa mga panahong wala si Jace. Hindi pa man niya ito nakikita ay tila tanggap na ito ng kanyang pusong patuloy na inaangkin ng isang Velez. Sa mundo na ang pag-ibig ay isang laro, sino ang mas matimbang para kay Sophie — ang isang anino na tanggap ang buong pagkatao niya o ang lalaking may puwang parin sa puso niya?